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Yup, that's right, I'm running things | I'm running things, cream corn | That's why they call me that, smooth
Yup, that's right, I'm running things I'm running things, cream corn That's why they call me that, smooth I got more measure for your pleasure Stick with me, baby, I'll let you fart through silk And let a nigga mess with me, I'll jump on him All night, three pounds of pure dynamite Uh, soon as the door lift I roll another spliff, she click her heels and get down to business No referee, but I'm so official Baby, wipe your eyes, no more tears use these hundreds for tissue Dress you like you in magazines, the V.I.P issue Rollin' up, enjoyin' the scene, then takes you, I miss you We outta here, this a missile, smoke clouds got me invisible Don't really fuck with the crowd, I'm individual Online shoppin' for products, my money digital So, we can talk about it I'm taking mugs out the draw 'til I'm unconscious I'm making the mall see multiple colors when the watch lift Learn how to ball, I don't sit with y'all I'm in the cockpit Rolling a joint big as a cigar Wishing I'd fall, sorry dawg You gon' need a new pawn to throw your change in You too small Soon as we coming we be back in the wall to wall Anything happen if it's action, I call my dogs She hit the back and ran it back, 'cause she falling in love Real nigga that's a fact, I'm all of your bub (oh) Real nigga that's a fact, I'm all of your bub Real ones bad bitches that's what this is for (bad bitches that's what this is for) Down to spin it on we weed, asking what it cost Party at the after party I'ma throw this money, make your back bend shorty My hotel really don't care about the smell Say you tryna hit the weed, but you don't inhale Take it slow, girl, be careful with yourself Got some wax, Dr. Dab, you gon' need a nap Starting to think your phone tapped You nigga know everything, location been disclosed Even watchin' the footage from your ring Gettin' all suspicious 'cause you actin' single My passwords work anywhere, what you wanna see? Smokin' with breakfast on the terrace, you should come with me Was supposed to kick it for a day, you stay for a week Your homegirls gettin' nervous, they barely see you Got you shoppin' for a vizu Japanese denim, take 'em off, I'm sliding in you What's on the room service menu? Need some more papers, I'ma send you Soon as we coming we be back in the wall to wall Anything happen if it's action, I call my dogs She hit the back and ran it back 'cause she falling in love Real nigga that's a fact, I'm all of your bub (oh) Real nigga that's a fact, I'm all of your bub Real ones bad bitches that's what this is for (bad bitches that's what this is for) Down to spin it on we weed, asking what it cost Party at the after party I'ma throw this money, make your back bend shorty
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